I was told to smile through
My ascension of smoky mountains.
To fight back tears after losing a battle.
I was told to make a cosy bed of thorny roses.
That it was cowardly to show weakness,
So I bottled in, pretending I knew you.
I think my mirror is sick.
It throws back my reflection with high
Winds of deceit and trickery.
I, whose inertia is clouded by the shadows of
What looks like you,
A reflection with the gait of a smiling clown.
But I’m still bottled in, because I think I know you.
To Peace Of Mind,
Looking back now, I think I got the message wrong.
I was never told to pretend to know you-
Never told to feign perfection.
But to find you even when you’re nowhere by.
I was told that- having happiness is
Not in pretending to know her,
But knowing that she is an intrinsic value attached to life-
For the dead man feels nothing.
I have life; I know you.
Akinbola Oyetayo Michael
Akinbola Oyetayo Michael is an art enthusiast. A recent Law graduate of the Obafemi Awolowo University awaiting Law School admission.